I sit in this office wondering why I am still sitting here and yet knowing that if i intend to sleep in tomorrow morning, I must sit here until the job is done.
My feet hurt. I have been walking around and standing around for about 3 hours.
Will I be paid for this? No. Will it in some way make me miraculously loose 30 pounds? No.. and so I ask myself if it is really worth it.
Nothing much has changed. My eyes hurt. I slept at 1 am after my body decided it didnt want to rest. I woke up briefly at 4.00am. I wondered why. “Random waking up” is what I like to call it. I woke up again at 8.26am. I was supposed to be at work at 9.00am.
I live a minimum of 22minutes away from main downtown. There was no way I was going to make 9.00am.
I am finally leaving. feets tired. Eyes even tired-er. I suspect I shall be a very energetic bunny by the time i finally get home.
Sleeping in tomorrow. Well assuming not having to leave the house by 8.10am counts for sleeping in. I will have to come in tomorrow again.
I am harboring unfriendly feelings towards a particular colleague of mine. I think its coz i believe she cant be very “selfish” about how she does things and not being her patient person aint helping our relationship any.
Please note. I am the only one giving the matter any thought.
She was not feeling well so she left me to tussle it out. I can relate. Being sick SUX big time. This is the problem, I might hustle it and she wont even do anything to help me with my part of the work and she will come out smelling like a rose.
DId i mention that my boss decided I wasnt going to be here for the next 4 months so she offered her (she’s actually traveling) a gig. I am like “what am i? chopped African?”… Okay, that’s not fair.. the boss and other workmate are African just like me…so er… yeah…
Maybe i should casually mention that I actually will be around….
Eh, this is turning into a mini rant.